Andrew was dumbfounded, baffled, bemused, flabbergasted! He'd never met this person before- or, maybe he had at some point, being a rambunctious young adult came with a lot of arrests and pullovers. At this point, though, he just couldn't fucking accept that in any universe he would be forcefully wed to a cop, an officer of the law, someone who smokes indoors and skateboards in traffic should NEVER be around. He crossed his arms, adjusting his sunglasses at the alter and spitting onto the floor. He refused to look Daniel in the eye.

"No, I don't have vows," he grumbled when the officiator spoke, "Didn't want to make em. All I know is that there's a guy in front of me who will probably arrest me the moment he steps foot in my house, you kiddin' me?!" he began flailing his arms around wildly before calming himself and leaning against a pillar, "Dumb cops, dumb wedding..." he bit the inside of his mouth and chewed, looking up to Daniel, "It's...really nothing against you, I know it ain't yer fault this is happenin'. Honestly you're pretty cute minus the...uh...cop thing. This might work out on ONE condition- do not arrest me!!!"

Aster chuckled a bit. "Oh, no, this must be a mistake! We would never be forced to marry in any reality at all!" Aster kept laughing, till he stopped and realized it was starting to sound a bit mean.

"I mean... It's not that you are a bad person---" Aster knew he wasn't a good person. This was starting to look like a sloppy excuse to make himself feel better. "It's just that--- Our status are a bit... Too different." Now it looked like Aster was bragging about his own status. Things kept getting worse for him, and he was starting to panic a bit. "I mean! It's nothing wrong to be in different status but--- I don't know why we would be forced to marry. You are... Very different from me, and my family has nothing to gain about this marriage..."

Aster tried to calm himself down, and fiddled his fingers together a bit.

"I'm sorry. I was mean to you, I didn't intended to do so. I'm sure you are an amazing person---if time is took to know you better." Aster gave Andrew an awkward smile. "But worry not! I will make sure this marriage won't happen. You will be free to do whatever you want, and I will take care of this misunderstanding"

He sees a familiar figure before him, his eyes sneering towards a young Frederick. Looking at him flooded him with the memories of years before; how long as it been since he last seen Mr. Waltz? When he had attempted to swoon him once more and carry him off to his bedroom - it must have been. But for him to come back again in an awkward situation in regards to marriage, Godfather laughed.

"Is this a joke, Frederick?" He said, "I'm sure you've heard about what happened in these recent events, no? Did you shut yourself in your home this whole time to realize the surroundings? To marry you is a disgrace, boy. I am no where near in the state of falling in love with you, there's just no time anymore."

The blood on his cheeks were falling onto the ground, they were staining his suit, which was recently dried and crusted from the patches of blood. "I'll kill you if you ever lay a finger on me. I wouldn't even dream about being your husband and making a family when I had lost one already."

How in the hell did this happen? Surely this was some sort of illusion. She had to admit, she wasn’t too disappointed with the arangement; he wasn’t that bad of a looker. There was just something... off about him. Maybe it was the way negativity practically floated around him.

“Excuse me, sir, but I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” Violet starts off, inspecting the area around her. “I do believe I’m supposed to be elsewhere. Can you please explain to me where, in the ever burning hell, I am? And what is with this hideous dress, it’s clearly not my style.”

Violet barely got to start her investigation of the man when the ceremony itself began. After attempting, and failing, to flee, she irritatedly mutters, “Listen, lets make a deal. Once this is finished we go our separate ways. I don’t bother you, you don’t bother me. We do whatever the hell we please and the other can’t say anything about it.” Violet finishes with a haughty smirk, “I’m not one for commitment after all.”

“W-Wait a hot second, I’m getting married—?”

Stagename stared incredulously down the aisle at the man at the end, both concerned and... Slightly amused by the flowers in his beard.

“Usually I’d make a show of this, but... But... You’re not really my type, pal. Sorry—no offense meant. But if ya wanna be pals I’m down...!”

Reluctantly, with a tip of his hat(?), Stagename backed out of the room, Alejandro’s different colored eyes still creepily fixated on him. He wondered if this was some prank from the crew, particularly Trickshot, but this... Didn’t seem like it.

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OH MY GOD EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT WAS SO PERFECT, THE WAY YOU WROTE HIM, THE WHOLE SITUATION, EVERYTHING!!!! HOLY CRUD I‘M ABSOLUTELY SHOOK

I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS KEEPS HAPPENING I SWEAR MY REPLY WAS ORIGINALLY JUST A PARAGRAPH LONG OTL"

The god blinked as he was in the midst of Stella's wedding ceremony. At first glance, he thought he was going to marry the woman of his dreams but instead, he sees the blazing redhead standing by the podium. Every one of the attendees look over their shoulders to see the dark lord puzzled by the phenomemon but he decides to go through with it.

He walks up to the podium and waits for the vicar to begin the passage where he whispers in Stella's ear.

"Oh don't worry about me when my true love returns...because I will kill you and throw your disemboweled corpse into the river styx."

Anon could immediately sense something off about the man before him, he looked at him in disgust and huffed. "You expect me to marry a man who could promote and do harm to others the way he does.... I cannot and will not consider it, I would never consider it." He felt extreme panic saying this in front of the man, but could not let this stand. 

"M- marriage?!" Cheyenne exclaimed blushing like mad. But then shook her head quickly to try and shake it off. "And it's nothing against you Anon, I'm j-just unsure about myself." she rubs her arm. "You seem really nice after all, the way treat the kids that you meet and all." A sigh escapes from her lips as her blue dragon tail hangs sadly. "But... I don't see myself fit or even worthy to marry someone after losing my first husband like I did."